“I’ve missed you,” he rasps, and for a second, I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or my hoo-ha.
Does it matter?
No, no it does not.
His breath is hot against my core and when he presses his lips to my slick folds, his tongue cutting a path right down my center, I nearly come on the spot.
“I’ve missed you, too.” I tangle my fingers in his hair, gripping the thick strands and guiding him to the cluster of nerves that will intensify my pleasure.
He doesn’t disappoint. His tongue darts out, swirling and licking, delivering divine pressure just where I need it most. There’s nothing in the world like this feeling and the tension in my belly coils tighter as I spiral toward release.
It feels so damn good, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough with Cooper.
“I need you inside me,” I pant, pulling him to his feet.
A wolfish grin curves his sensuous mouth and he shoves his pants down, releasing his cock. I watch, every nerve in my body humming with desire as he fists himself, giving his length one long, hard stroke.
Then we’re tumbling into bed, a tangle of arms and legs as our bodies come together, Cooper burying himself between my thighs with one confident thrust.
Six months ago, I went on the pill as a precaution, but honestly? Having the freedom to be skin-to-skin with Cooper has made the sex so much hotter. The slide of his skin against mine as he sinks into me, driving us both toward climax is delicious, but the level of trust, of intimacy, has made us that much closer.
He captures my mouth with a slow, languorous kiss, and when he rolls his hips, rubbing his pelvis against my clit, I moan into his mouth, a desperate plea for more.
Cooper quickens his pace and rational thought drifts out of reach. He knows just how to work my body, how to deliver the most intense pleasure followed by toe-curling orgasms. It’s not long before I’m coming, my body clenching tight around his as his name spills from my lips, and then he’s coming too, his cock pulsing within me as he rides out the aftershocks of his release.
Afterward, as we’re lying tangled in the sheets, he whispers, “I have a surprise for you.”
* * *
COOPER
We get dressedand I lead Quinn to the living room, Starlight Twinkle stuffed in the back pocket of my jeans. I left her gift by the tiny little shrub she and Haley call a Christmas tree. The thing can’t be over two feet tall. It’s so small it has to be displayed on the coffee table just to be seen.
I make a mental note to buy the biggest tree I can fit in my apartment so Quinn and I can decorate it together when she comes to visit in a few weeks.
“What is this?” she asks, planting her hands on her hips as she studies the package sitting on the floor next to the coffee table.
“Your Christmas gift.” I smirk and swat her on the backside. “I thought that would be obvious from the wrapping paper.”
“Smartass.” She pretends to glare at me, but she can’t pull it off. Not with the big ass grin on her face. “Christmas isn’t for another three weeks.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” I snake an arm around her waist, inhaling the pumpkin and vanilla scent I’ve missed so much, and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Open it.”
Her eyes go wide. “Now?”
“Yes, now.” I give an exaggerated eye roll because I can’t resist fucking with her. “You don’t really think I came all this way just for sex?”
She laughs, and the sound is music to my ears.
I love Nashville. The people are great and the city has a vibrant nightlife, but I can’t wait until Quinn graduates so she can join me there while she writes her heart out.
Quinn settles on the floor next to the box, which is bigger than the Christmas tree, and shoots me a dubious look. “How did you ever get this on the plane?”
“I bought an extra seat.” Her jaw falls open, and she looks from me to the bright red box with its pristine white bow and back again. “What? I wasn’t going to send it through baggage check.”
It would’ve been hell on my wrap job.
“OMG. You’re ridiculous.”
